When did you first know you had it?
Had what?
Enough.
Enough what?
You know.
I’m in the dark.
The life, you know. Like that Scandinavian word that got big a few years ago, about warm socks and cocoa by a fire.
But I am in the dark when it happens. There wasn’t a fire. No light, no socks, no cocoa.
And then what?
I breathed anyway.
